This is a collection of my writing and correspondence with a few bits of poetry and random thoughts mixed in. I started this blog after learning that some of my letters had an uplifting quality.
In the pages of this blog you will find my real life trials and tribulations, the nature of what I think is truth, and the dust and grit of my real life.

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Thursday, March 24, 2016

Blood has been Spilt

31st December 2013

Dear Cassi,

New Year’s Eve
and my blood has been spilt. I have had one of the most trying days at work in
my long years of working in security and yet I only worked a half shift. This
was not by any choice of mine as, you see, I was sent to the hospital before
shift end.

It started
simply enough with a client, a young woman, coming in drunk. She admitted to
having been drinking and was stumbling and slurring her words so there was no
question. As is the custom at my work she was asked to wait in the front until
addressed by a manager.

This was all
going well until another client came into the front and had a late dinner. When
the other client was admitted back the drunk became agitated. She said it
wasn’t fair that she had to wait and someone else didn’t, but I explained that
she was waiting because she was under the influence.

I did my best
to keep calm but she kept getting angrier and angrier. She started to scream
that she wanted her belongings and that she would never come back one she got
them. This meant nothing to me as she was clearly unsafe to be permitted back
to get her belongings and would need to keep waiting until she calmed down.

Then she started
kicking the door to get into the shelter. She kicked that door so hard that the
manager called and asked what the sound was. When I told her it was the client
the manager said she would have to keep waiting.

The client got
in my face rather literally bending over me and yelling so that spit hit my
nose. She said that ‘they’ were in her room right now steeling her stuff. I
told her that the other clients in her room were just likely sleeping, and that
she would be fine.

After an hour
of this I told her she needed to leave and that if she did not I’d call the
police. I picked up the phone and she knocked it out of my hand. She left but she would be back.

For that
matter, the sun is rising and I need to get some sleep so I’ll tell you what
happened next at some other time.